Martial Arts Spiritual Exchange System

When the foreign race appeared, the boiling sound of the martial battleground became more and more loud.

There really is a foreign race!

Nine Directions Walled City martial battleground, actually made a foreign race to fight!

Everyone's eyes fell on the burly and fierce foreign race fighters, those horned dragon-like muscles, and the oppression that was only entrapped by the release of qi and blood, which made many gamblers. Short of breath, the rays of light burst into the eyes!

We are determined to win!

This foreign race fighter is Demon Race!

Among foreign race powers such as gods, demons, fairies and demons, Demon Race is the best!

Nine Directions Walled City martial battleground, very bold!

Some of the gamblers who were lucky enough to try it out beat their chests and feet, tears flying in their eyes.

They bet on Human Race to win, it is not a matter of position, they just want to win, they want to win money, because the odds of betting on Human Race are high.

However, when the Demon Race fighter appeared, these gamblers basically felt that the Human Race fighter had no chance of winning.

Blind the bet money.

The burly Demon Race fighter, his hands and feet are in shackles, his face is full of grin, and his body is covered with black tattoos. That is the magic pattern, the source of power of Demon Race.

He lifted his head, grinned, with sharp fangs at the corners of his mouth. He scanned the martial battleground with great arrogance.

It seems to be overlooking the Human Race, full of superiority, even if he is now in shackles and is imprisoned.

martial battleground 2-Layer.

In a box, a celadon cup fiercely fell to the ground, the sound of all split up and in pieces.

"impudent!"

"Nine Directions City martial battleground dare to detain my Demon Race people privately! Bold!"

"Martial battleground is the principal Who, get out of me!"

The door of the box was smashed with a kick, and a Demon Race nobleman walked out with a face of baleful aura, roaring angrily.

"My Demon Race people, how can I compete with the humble Human Race fighters in the boxing?"

This Demon Race powerhouse is in anger.

However, the martial battleground is so big that no one cares about him.

He turned his head and looked towards the far box, where the door of the box opened, and Sister Mei's white and smooth back was against the door frame, holding a round fan with the words given by Fang Zhou on the round fan. Line of poems.

"The broken celadon cup, ten thousand taels."

"The smashed phoebe carved door, fifty thousand taels. Remember to pay, no credit."

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Sister Mei's red lips lightly opened, indifferently said.

The Demon Race nobleman stared at Sister Mei, and the box next to Sister Mei opened the door.

"Scream, scream your mother!"

When Lei Laohu got out of the box, he opened his throat and shouted at the powerful Demon Race.

Many Heaven-class Instructors, such as Master Zhao and Guan Tianyuan, also came out with a face of baleful aura, posing in various arrogant postures, baleful aura surging.

Like a digital flower protector.

"In this incident, my Demon Race will not let go."

"Taking my Demon Race people privately and coercing them to punch, I will report this matter to Demon Race The ambassador to the border will surely rise to a serious diplomatic incident! Wait for the sanctions!"

The Demon Race dignitaries urged.

The strength of this group of Heaven-class Instructors is good, if they really fight, he will only have to play.

Sister Mei shook the round fan lightly and sneered: "Fuck."

Then, the round buttocks swayed and returned to the box.

Master Zhao, Lei Laohu and other digital Heaven-class Instructors also stretched out a finger, stared, and pointed at the Demon Race nobleman: "get lost! Understand?!"

The angry Demon Race dignitaries returned to the box with a gloomy look.

……

……

In the Sect Lord box.

Sect Lord Pei Tongsi sits with a blue robe, holding a celadon cup in his hand, and the cup is filled with clear liquor.

There are also two people in the box, one with an old face and gray hair, but with a shining spirit and strong blood.

The other person is suave and romantic, wearing a pink gown, like a little husband in the waves of flowers.

These two are the other two Sect Lords in the martial battleground, Ye Qianjue and Ling Chen.

In a pink shirt, the coquettish Sect Lord Ling Chen threw peanuts in his mouth.

"Old Pei, are you serious? Are you really planning to train this newcomer as an Inheritor?"

Ling Chen said.

"The prisoner was transferred from New Martial Hall, but it is still a Demon Race with extremely strong battle strength. You are not afraid that this newcomer will die?"

"However, based on your temperament If this newcomer can't hold it, he will definitely take the shot."

Pei Tongsi ignored him, this Ling Chen talked a lot.

On the other side, Ye Qianjue answered Ling Chen: "That kid is really good, my granddaughter is very optimistic. After I went to win back, I was full of praise, which surprised the old man."

"Oh? A newcomer who can make Xiaomei a lot of praise? It seems to be really good, but I don't know...this time he dare to play."

Ling Chen threw the peanuts, the peanuts fell naturally, and fell into the mouth. He chewed and said.

"I have a hunch, that kid will dare to come."

Pei Tongsi said with a smile.

"That's hard to say, the youngster who flinched, there are more."

Ling Chen shook his head and said.

"I heard that this newcomer has only fought one fight. If he knows that his opponent is Demon Race, he will probably avoid the fight."

"Old Pei, you did it. Such a big battle, if this kid dare not come, then you will be ashamed."

Ling Chen laughed with interest.

Pei Tongsi glanced at him, drank his glass of wine, not paying attention.

"You don't need to worry about these things. It doesn't matter if you are embarrassed and not ashamed. Later...you can help me stop City Lord Sun Tonghai."

"Demon Race powerhouse is here for trouble. , I’ll get rid of it."

Ling Chen and Ye Qianjue's expressions are both solemn: "Don’t worry."

The three Sect Lords in the martial battleground seem to be incompatible, but they are all Showed to outsiders.

In fact, what outsiders don’t know is once foreign race is involved.

Three Sect Lords, same qi, connected branch.

……

……

The rays of light of the fringed lantern are constantly being laid down.

The gamblers in the martial battleground are boiling. When the foreign race fighters really appeared, the atmosphere of the martial battleground was completely pushed to a climax!

The foreign race fighter who walked out of the dark arch, step by step stepped to the cage boxing.

Two silhouettes wrapped in black robe appeared and unfastened the shackles of the Demon Race fighter. The Demon Race fighter did not violently violently, because he knew that once he was violent. Beginning, there will only be a dead end.

However, he knows that as long as he kills his opponent above the fist tonight, he will be free.

This is the promise that Human Race martial daoist gave him.

He knows that the Human Race martial daoist is the most important commitment, so he is extremely looking forward to this battle, extremely looking forward to the moment when the enemy is torn apart and regained freedom.

Human Race...Except for the weird and powerful martial daoist, everyone else is just a group of sick people hollowed out by Immortal Clan's Immortal Lotus Cream.

The light hit the dark arch on the right.

All eyes are gathered there, looking forward to the appearance of the Human Race fighters.

So far, everyone is a little wondering who will be the Human Race fighter who will appear this time.

After all, the news was covered too tightly, and no one knew it was the champion in the martial battleground.

The gamblers feel that only the boxing champion can fight the foreign race, and other fighters are on the court, and they are afraid that it will only end with blood abuse.

The power of the foreign race is like the shackles of fear hanging over the heads of the general public.

Inherited ideas have long been formed.

Time goes by bit by bit.

The lights gathered in the fringed lanterns have been shining for a long time, but after the dark arch, there is still no one to appear.

"Should it be an afraid right?"

"Maybe I am afraid, after all...fighting a foreign race, there is no chance of winning."

"In the same tier, the foreign race's battle strength basically crushes our Human Race, and even the Demon Race, which is famous for its fighting."

If I win, then the money I bet can make a small profit."

...

Below, the boiling voices of the gamblers gradually reduced, and then turned into whispering noise.

People are not too surprised and disappointed.

After all, everyone has the fear of foreign race. Most fighters in the martial battleground will be afraid to take the stage if they learn that their opponent is Demon Race.

The second floor.

Pei Tongsi sits on a blue robe, holding a wine glass, his eyes are deep.

Ling Chen was eating peanuts, jokingly, talking sarcasmly.

In another box.

Master Zhao dangling a cigarette stick, smoking a cigarette silently, staring one-eyed at the dark entrance arch, long time no silhouette, browses slightly wrinkle, has several points of tangled.

Heaven-class Instructors, they all have a deep voice, no one makes a sound, and the atmosphere is dull.

It seems...that kid may be really scared.

Even Guan Tianyuan has a complicated complexion. Could it be that his poisonous milk...isn't it poisonous?

In the box, Sister Mei has flaming red lips, overlapping long legs, and staring blankly at the darkness of the arch.

As the countdown to the fight begins, the noise of the martial battleground gradually disappears until it becomes absolute silence.

Time fades slowly in silence.

When everyone thought that the teenager would not come out.

A certain moment.

The sound of the wooden door creaking and pushing open, sounded from behind the dark arch.

Then, clear footsteps echoed in the quiet martial battleground.

A thin and tall silhouette finally emerged from the darkness of the arch and appeared in everyone's field of vision.

The youngster will finally appear without fear!

The martial battleground is as silent as the wild, behind the young man’s tearing darkness.

Instantly boiling like a hurricane swept across the vast sea!

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